Born and raised in Virginia, LM Fox currently lives in a suburb of Richmond with her husband, three kids, and a chocolate lab.
Her pastimes are traveling to new and favorite places, trying new foods, a swoony book with either a good cup of tea or coffee, margaritas on special occasions, and watching her kids participate in a variety of sports.
She has spent the majority of her adult life working in emergency medicine and her books are written in this setting. Her main characters are typically in the medical field, EMS, fire, and/or law enforcement. She enjoys writing angsty, contemporary romances starring headstrong, independent heroines you can’t help but love and the hot alpha men who fall hard for them.
Sebastian Lee is a self-serving playboy.
There’s no need for clever seduction. He merely circles his prey, just waiting to take a bite.
With his sinfully handsome looks and confidence to match, I’ll take a swim.
It’s just one night, right? This single mom has needs too.
Until suddenly, you discover the surgeon you’re working with is the shark in blue scrubs.
And he doesn’t realize it’s you.
Our explosive connection is no longer limited to the bedroom.
This is not the kind of man you bring home to meet your son. We’ve endured enough.
Yet these are treacherous waters.
Is it purely lust that brings me back for more?
Our chemistry is undeniable.
The passion unparalleled.
Is there a hope for a future with this deliciously dangerous man, driven to win at any cost?
Or is this relationship one more betrayal in the making?
This is a stand-alone, contemporary romance.
This can be read as a stand-alone, contemporary romance. However, it’s best enjoyed after reading The Bitter Rival.
“Uh, Bella? Why on earth would you come back here with me when you could keep dancing with tall, dark, and fuck me, is he sexy? Jeez, he’s the hottest man I think I’ve ever seen. I almost had an orgasm watching him move his hands all over you. That look on his face. Gah,” she utters, fanning herself.
I can’t possibly find an answer that will appease her, so I simply shrug my shoulders.
She gives me a blank stare, mimicking my ridiculous motion by drawing her shoulders up toward her ears in question. “What is wrong with you? That man is beautiful.”
“Yeah, a little too beautiful.”
“The way he was looking at me, Bailey, and touching me… I was starting to feel like shark bait,” I reply as I swiftly look toward the bar for a waiter. I need another drink.
“Well, hell, Bella. I’d let him bite me,” she scolds, waggling her brows in my direction.
“Bailes, something tells me if a guy like that takes a bite out of you, you won’t recover.”
The much-needed waiter arrives at our table, and I order refills. I turn my gaze back to the dance floor, not wanting to make eye contact with the shark but to interrupt this conversation. Even if only for a moment.
“How long has it been, Bella?”
The question catches me off guard. Not sure why it should, as I’ve never kept anything from Bailey. I make eye contact with her but avoid answering the question. I’m embarrassed to admit it’s been way too long.
“Bella? You said earlier you needed some hot and dirty. Well, I bet it doesn’t come any hotter or dirtier than that guy.”
The conversation stops as the waiter returns with our drinks. I slide him enough cash to cover the cocktails, including a generous tip and quickly take a sip. Oh, that’s good.
Bailey takes a sip of her drink and leans across the table to whisper-shout over the dance music. “He looks like the kinda guy who’d go down on you without asking for anything in return. Like the unicorns you read about in romance novels that’ll eat you out because they’re hot for it.”
“Oh, good lord, Bailey.” I feel my cheeks turn pink at the statement. As long as it’s been since I’ve had sex with a man, it’s been too long to remember when I’ve had oral. Sure, I’ve given a blow job or two, but no one has reciprocated in a very long time. I shake my head briefly before diving into my delicious cocktail once more.
“Look out now, B. It appears the shark is circling the water.” Bailey giggles over her glass.
My eyes flick over my shoulder, making direct contact with the predator in question. His stare is intense. It’s as if he’s trying to send a message through his penetrating gaze. I feel the familiar tingle on my skin from earlier, and arousal stirs between my legs that I haven’t entertained in quite some time.
Realizing I need to get my body under control, I stand to look for the restrooms. “I’ll be back, Bailes. I just need the little girls’ room,” I say before looking in the direction of the front of the club. Maybe splashing some water on my face and neck will put out the fire that wimpy margarita couldn’t douse.
Turning the corner of the dark hallway, I discover the usual line that extends from the ladies’ room. It doesn’t appear long, so I decide to wait a few moments and pull out my phone to check for any missed calls or texts. I haven’t investigated this long before sensing an unmistakable aura behind me, causing me to pull the phone into my chest in alarm. My breath catches and my eyes flutter closed as the feeling of warm air dances over my left shoulder, neck, and ear. Again, I feel my goose bumped flesh betray me.
“Yes.” I feel the heat of the exhale tickling along my nape as a deep, masculine voice floats down my ear—the rich tone of his speech causing everything to tingle. No longer limited to the skin of my arms, my pimpled flesh alive with excitement, it now appears my nipples have joined the party.
I dig my heels in, keeping my back to him. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember asking you anything.” I try to deliver my retort with a flat affect, knowing full well there’s a tremble to my voice.
“You didn’t. But I believe your friend did.”
Unable to decipher this riddle, I rotate to stare up at this intoxicating man. “Friend?”
“The pretty girl you’re with tonight,” he croons. Avoiding eye contact, I attempt to focus on his strong jaw. Big mistake. That dimple is going to need a nap for all the effort it’s put forth this evening.
“Ah, you mean my sister,” I correct. Not sure why I’ve shared this, as it’s none of his concern who I’m with.
“So, yes. To your sister’s question, then.”
I shoot him a blank look, baffled by this conversation.
“Yes. I’d love to eat your […]”
I’m a married mother of three living on the East Coast of the U.S. I’ve worked in emergency medicine as a physician assistant the majority of my adult life, and my books are typically written in this setting. I write steamy, contemporary romance with characters who are in the medical/EMS, firefighting, and law enforcement sectors. I enjoy crafting stories about everyday heroes, particularly feisty, independent heroines and the bad boy alphas who fall hard for them. I started writing to escape my high stress work life.
I’m a plotter. I take scenarios from real life, often from my medical career, and weave in characters.
Watch my kids in their sports activities.
I actually celebrate with my covers. They’re like my gift wrap.
I don’t really have a set celebration routine. My family usually goes out to dinner and I enjoy a frosty margarita.
This particular book is the follow up to The Bitter Rival which was written about an orthopedic hand surgeon I once worked with. He was a happily married man, but many of the events in the book happened in real life.
See above Yes, I use real people in my books.
This book was magical.
The most challenging part was the inclusion of a teen on the autism spectrum. He was written based on my cousin, but I still enlisted the help of multiple sensitivity readers to ensure I got this right.
All of it. This book practically wrote itself.
TL Swan is my biggest inspiration.
“Is Sebastian okay?”
Placing the carafe in the coffee maker, I scoop the last of the fragrant grounds into the top of the appliance, turn it on, and sit down at the table. “He’s fine. Sebastian slept in my room last night.”
There’s a change in his facial expression, but I’m unsure whether this is confusion or relief.
“I care a lot about Sebastian,” I say.
As if his ears were burning, Bas comes into the room and slowly lowers himself into the chair beside Austin. “Hey, bud.”
Austin’s eyes flick from me to Bas and back again.
“Sometimes when a man and a woman care about each other, they sleep in the same bed.” Holding my breath, I attempt to prepare myself for further questions.
“Like the mom and the dad on that movie the other night, when you said we should change the channel?”
Sebastian looks over at me with one side of his mouth raised in a knowing grin.
“Yeah, kinda like that.”
The room gets quiet, and Sebastian reaches for my hand, seeming happy to let me take the lead on this. I’m glad none of this has him running for the hills. Yet.
I watch as Austin turns to look at Bas. “Does this mean you’re going to be my dad now?”
Holy crap, so much for that. This might be more reality than Sebastian is─
“I’d be honored to be your dad, buddy. I love you and your mom.
Sebastian: I’m proud of you for how far you’ve come. One time playboy, now devoted husband and father.